The Wind
I hear the wind whispering in the trees
I cheer when it comes twisting in a breeze
It makes a quiet and lonely sound
No one knows where the wind is bound
It blows and blows all across this land
And when it gets rough its hard to stand
Sometimes its bitter wet and cold
But id rather have it than tons of gold
It feels so good on a hot summer day
It brings out something that makes me play
wecould notlive without
the wind I thank the Lord for this gift He sends
He sent it because He really cares
He sent it to help clean our polluted air
I feel it as it gently blows
I love the wind the Good Lord knows
I cheer when it comes twisting in a breeze
It makes a quiet and lonely sound
No one knows where the wind is bound
It blows and blows all across this land
And when it gets rough its hard to stand
Sometimes its bitter wet and cold
But id rather have it than tons of gold
It feels so good on a hot summer day
It brings out something that makes me play
wecould notlive without
the wind I thank the Lord for this gift He sends
He sent it because He really cares
He sent it to help clean our polluted air
I feel it as it gently blows
I love the wind the Good Lord knows
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